Tag Archives: Ghazal

A Leaf by The Nightfall

October 30, 2017

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A leaf by the nightfall

Fallen by the wayside like a sheaf by the nightfall, The sea of love has withered on the reef by the nightfall. Happiness will travel only one way with her footsteps, The dust will settle deep like a grief by the nightfall. A moment wriggled free from the canopy of memories to be trampled by […]

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Only the Crows

October 8, 2017

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'Only the crows' image

Derrick J. Night, who writes everyday about his incredibly plenteous garden, weaves subtle symbols and imagery in the titles and subjects of his photo-filled posts. Yesterday, I was struck by the title of his post, ‘Only the Crows‘, the moment I saw it. It had such a poetic ring about it, I couldn’t restrain myself […]

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Burning Monsters

October 1, 2017

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They are burning effigies, it’s that time of the season, Ones in flesh and bones are hatching crimes of the season. Bandits from the barrens decree beheading of the infidel, And savour blinkered women over the wine of the season. Mourners of the butchered light up candles in memoriam, You who forgive the monsters, are […]

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I Knew I Shall Weep

July 8, 2017

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Where walkways were fragrant with you, I shall weep, It was not till I left your city, I knew I shall weep. Affinity is at discount in the market of subsistence; There are thousands in the meandering queue, I shall weep. My longing is an iceberg entombed under the desert, Count not on cactus, drops […]

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The Cleaver of Oblivion

January 16, 2017

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The Milky Way is dying, or is dead, by the lever of oblivion; A billion suns will be shattered by the cleaver of oblivion. I remember not the love songs lost or the updraughts of passion; Drowned in sea of disdain, I am a believer of oblivion. She will reap a million vows of my […]

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Malice of Zinfandel

January 7, 2017

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Silver grey on temple peaks is the fern of the New Year. The sun has grown wrinkles at the turn of the New Year. Candlelit stilettos turned sherry red in a nightclub, Istanbul is freshly dug cavern of the New Year. Pack of wolves is mauling girls and women in squares, Honour is a bubble […]

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A Byte of Moonshine

July 10, 2016

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  Sharpen now a crescent for the rite of moonshine, Bullets will not halt the flight of moonshine. Clouds germinate on the zephyrs from wet hills, The heart leaps windward with the kite of moonshine. I count my blessings over the timeline of Facebook Waiting in the tunnels for a byte of moonshine. You have […]

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A Dewdrop Ghazal

June 27, 2016

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Get me worms of silk for the runes and a dewdrop, Seven folds of veil for a cocoon and a dewdrop. The mirror is in youth, and the jasmine in bloom, Smoky is the kohl like the moon in a dewdrop. Someone chiselled a solitaire on the finger of my beloved, I will dance with […]

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That I Live Still —A Translation

May 6, 2007

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“Emotions! What right had anyone to meddle with emotions? Words were invented to conceal emotions. It was the dreadfulness of raw emotion that had made language a basic necessity.” ~Isaac Asimov I have been writing for long, mostly for folios and handmade journals dispatched to friends or the cold bosoms of wooden drawers. Sometimes, my […]

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